if i can tell you how i'm feeling right now, i'll most probably scream into your face.
and that guys should SO SO SO SO SO respect us, yes us, the women.

if on a scale of 10 which is volcanic eruption,
i'll rate myself 6 which is more than half and all should be so careful because it's rare that i go this high.
and it's all because of the monthly thing that is killing me, ouch.
i swear that this is the first time i'm feeling this way, oh my i know how you feel now bird. it sucks.
therefore i'm still considering to bake or get something for my mum tmr. i don't think i'll be able to make it out of the house, if the pain continues.

and jason has reminded me that i'm being so bimbotic these days.
truly, yes i'm guilty.
after reading on the numerous posts on clothes, more clothes and even more clothes and tanning,
yes, i should start blogging on more intellectual things instead.

i guess it's the insecurity of the heart, which i'd rather not blog about.
cause i won't want to send myself into endless nights again, thinking thinking and more thinking.
it's just a getaway.
sometimes, just let me be.

isn't it great for jac to get on with life again, i mean it has been really sometime.
now she thinks about her pocket more than her heart.
she has seen how badly emotions can get her, and she just wants to stop thinking.
talk about being vain, spendthrift, and diet-conscious; these are on the outside
but what's there left inside?

i mean, do you guys even understand.